my pen quivers above my paper
my fingers tremble & i fear
the ******* scream caught in my throat
will soon escape and tell all.

the page rots in front of me, ink blots
instead of words and rhymes, that's all
i can manage, my heart is cracked &
i feel the tidal blue deep within
begging release.

used to that i could write day in and day out,
my heart mapped out on college rule, notebooks full
but now it's an empty vessel, with dust and smoke
instead of firelight passion.

the day i met you, the day i kissed you,
you scorched my soul and burned the very words from
my lips, my dry aching desert heart, i'm floating away,
gone.

my pen quivers, my fingers tremble, my eyes water,
since the day you stole my pottery heart,
i haven't written a poem, not a single line,
not a single word.

Not being able to give even 1% because you have 100% for just a moment too long...

If I had a bus that promised comfort for all
And a ticket for each and every one of you
And said we'll leave tonight
For where, I don't rightly know, but we will just drive for the sake of being anywhere but here.
If I promised you that at some point we will reach out destinations,
I wonder,
Just how many of you would punch your ticket...

You are the light rain; softly falling towards the ground, giving me a calm feeling.

You are the lightning that electrifies me, sending shock waves through my body; consuming my thoughts, consuming me.

You are the thunder that keeps me on my toes; a screaming reminder of what it is like to be alive.

You are the soothing winds that carry me; a tender embrace, a soft caress, giving me peace at the slightest touch.

Yet our love was too much and it quickly became a hurricane; huge nimbus clouds rioting across the sky, a warning of what's to come; the torrential and unforgiving rain, relentless as it soaked every surface and precipice.

We are each other's salvation, rain, lightning, thunder and wind. **Yet no one ever told us that we would brew a storm and become each other's worst destruction.

A mining town is the opposite of what we are.
We are sunshine and fake laughter
and fake fun
and sun and rain
But we hold true to the fact that we love a good joke.
We love a good relationship.
A good drink at a decent bar.

What I like is a nice kiss.
One that last more than 5 seconds.
That type often means a lot.
or it means nothing at all.

I like that 6 year trial run.
I like when it burned.
I like how the pictures burned with it.
I feel so much about it.
What do you feel?

Do you feel that this town could be taught to mine?
Do you feel we could mine and mine deep  enough to find what was buried deep under?
Is it worth a further catastrophe?
Would it be worth the walls crumbling and you and I would be captured in what was?
What felt like a longer than usual kiss?
The kind that I like,
the kind that once meant something?

****** ILLOGICAL. bite to break skin, I'm rampant chaos; burning Hellfyre within.
sharpened edges, razor kiss, a dance on the edge of this galaxy.
tilt at the axis and ill crash,
supernova blinding flash
but i wont ****** burn out.
no,
ill just burn your retinas and scar you,
leave you wandering the bleak dark night you stranded me to.
all of the doctors pills and all of the kings men couldnt put cassie back together again.
DOA.
ill hitch a ride on the tail of the next comet straight outta this galaxy because everything here means nothing to me,
least of all, you.

This time it’s me, leaving.
Not begging you to stay.
Not sitting alone, grieving.
This time, I’m the one
Who is going away.

I’m not fooling myself
That you even care.
We lost who we were
Along the way somewhere.
It used to be about love
Now it’s just paying rent.
I had a lot of love, but,
I don’t know where it went.

It’s an old love story
I never wanted it to end
But now it’s too hard
To continue to pretend.
I see in your eyes that
You don’t care anymore.
So what is this last bit
Of playacting even for?

This time it’s me, leaving.
Not begging you to stay.
Not sitting alone, grieving.
This time, I’m the one
Who is going away.
This time, I’m the one
Who is going away.

Time ticks like a clock
And rips like calendar pages
My mind has been clouded
Seems like the storms here to stay
I'm the strongest weakling
Stuck in a like full of waiting
Day to day uninspired
So exhausted from anticipation
Life is pushing forward
Rolling backwards in reverse
Looking inside my own mind
I can't tell you which is worse
Being launched forward
Traveling faster than my feet can handle
Or rolling slowly
Years until the next night
I'm overly underwhelmed
My words are contradictions
Trying to keep smart to the world
Avoiding life's addictions
Wading in the darkness
Broken up by shooting stars
Stuck inside these prison walls
My heart enclosed in jars